Nice. Were you the only one carded at the table? Did everyone make jokes about how young you look for the rest of the evening?
When we told the waitress Mary was 51, the waitress was genuinely stunned.
I hope you have her a good tip.
Nobody is genuinely stunned when I tell them I'm 51. Nice work Mary.
Thanks, Eric. All I can say is I'm enjoying the payback. I have a young-looking face, so when I was 18 (and legally able to drink in NY at that time) everybody thought I was 14 with fake ID. That was annoying. Now I'm enjoying the fact that folks think I'm younger (which is also helped by the fact that I color my gray hairs).
While my face may look young, my first name gives me away as an "old lady"
http://fivethirtyeight.com/features/how-to-tell-so...
I may have to start going by my middle name (Elizabeth) which has a broader age range.
Yes! You and I just skated in under the drinking age increase. All through undergrad I could drink while my roommate (born six weeks later) could not. It was awesome.
Love that name stuff. My name isn't much different from yours, a little wider popularity window, but the median age of Margarets is a bit older. Just like you & me. ;-)
The older you get, the more you enjoy a young face. I always say that sweat is a beauty treatment, but it's probably good genetics and sunscreen.